Emotions have a strange way of sneaking up on us when we least expect them. Sometimes, a simple conversation or a kind presence becomes something more, something that lingers in our thoughts longer than we planned. It starts subtly, anticipating a message, smiling at a name on our screen, replaying a moment again and again. Before we know it, we’re feeling more than we intended. This isn’t a confession of love, but a reflection of that quiet space in between, where curiosity, connection, and fear of the unknown all meet. This poem captures that phase, the soft pull, the unspoken wonder, and the questions we quietly ask ourselves
The poem...
He came into my DM, softly
not loud, not too much, just enough,
But now, he’s always on my mind,
Every message I read, I think of him,
Every time my phone lights up,
I secretly wish it’s his name I see.
It’s been a long time since I felt this way,
since someone made my heart beat like this.
It’s strange, exciting, and a little scary.
Because now, I find myself waiting,
waiting for his replies, for his words, for his presence.
He’s everywhere in my thoughts.
Even when I don’t want to think about him,
his name still shows up in my mind, like a whisper.
He makes me smile for no reason,
laugh at messages I haven’t even received yet.
And honestly, I’m scared.
Scared of how clingy I’m becoming.
Scared that I might be falling too fast.
Scared that maybe he won’t feel the same.
Scared of how it might end,
because beautiful things sometimes don’t last.
I don’t want to lose myself in someone
who may not be planning to stay.
But still, I can’t help how I feel.
There’s something about him,
his words, his presence, reactions,
it pulls me in softly,
and I don’t know how to pull back.
So here I am, caught between
the butterflies and the fear,
between the joy of feeling something again
and the fear of where it might lead.
(Image is mine)